Category: Icons and Symbols

Here’s what I found in mine.  What did you find in yours? Stick-on Googly Eyes Five screw drivers, but never the one I am looking for. Three tubes of dried up Super Glue Old unused stamps in very odd denominations that I will never use. A shoe box filled with pens, pencils, and markers—more than I can use in a lifetime. Batteries that may or may not still

I recently discovered what I should have always known.  My feet are faithfully waiting to take me onward.  They keep going. I believe feet are under-rated.  Perhaps you can contemplate your own feet and write about what they’ve meant to you, where they’ve taken you, how they have been good to you. Look down.  They’re ready!  

We all have our icons of childhood–special objects or places that epitomize what it meant to be a kid.  Here’s one of mine, and I’d like to hear about some of yours. The flat spot between the back seat and the back window of those big sedans from the 1950s and 1960s.   Remember being small enough to find that the perfect place to crawl into and take

is angry.

It’s part of your routine, I suspect, those frequent trips to the grocery store.  But though routine, only you visit the grocery store in your own unique way.  It’s a story; it’s a poem; it’s a tragedy; it’s a memoir; it’s a comic riff on life these days.  I’ll post one of my trips to the grocery store to get you started, but I’m sure you have your

That old hat turned up on the bus driver’s head on the same day he slammed his fist into the fat lady’s briefcase.  I’ve seen that hat before, I thought.

It’s that time of year.  Thoughts may turn to school supplies, the end of freedom, the return of friends you haven’t seen.  This time of year may mean you’re sending a child off to college, knowing it’s the beginning of the end of their life as a daily family member.  You may be facing classes yourself, in one of the many forms now available for learning. Do you

These days you’ll find it very common to sit in your family room, watching TV while you have your computer or tablet open on your lap and are talking on your smart phone.  Screens, screens, screens. But maybe this is only the start.  I challenge you to look forward (or sideways) (or inward) (or cross-eyed) to imagine multiplying (or layering) (or smashing) (or climbing inside) those screens to

In the movie, “Patton,” George C. Scott speaks these words about war, “God help me; I love it so.” I am not a war promoter, but I love this passion.  It’s passion for something that  bursts from his heart and describes his yearning.  He doesn’t care what other people want or care about.  THIS is what he loves. What do you love?

I stand in front of the window.  It has been painted so many times that I can’t get it open.  But tonight I try.  I wrestle it, pound on the edges, yank at the bottom, push at the top.  This window has never been opened to my knowledge.